XAVIER'S POV
What could he possibly mean by 'Heaven's waiting'. It sounded like an invite to a club or something. I mean, I have served many creepy customers. But this man jumped the bar.
First, his presence itself was luring.
Second, he didn't even wait for his order and left a 100 dollar bill.
And, lastly, this weird note.
This was going to keep my mind occupied for quite a while. Maybe this is the short-lived heaven he was talking about; A little time away at paradise from the web of demons my mind was.
The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Customers came, I faked my smile and served them.
The usual.
It was 8 in almost no time. I didn't want to leave. Parties weren't my thing.
But I promised Ophelia. I couldn't just bail on her.
The restaurant provided us all a staff restroom to take breaks between shifts and have some privacy. I quickly changed my outfit and stashed my work clothes away in my locker.
I walked out and saw the restaurant filling in.
